maybe I fantasize too much
about sittin' on the shore
of a distant planet
watchin' an incredible sun
sittin' like a great ball in the sky
inspiration for millions
kaleidescopic points of light
blazin' in my consciousness
takin' me to the green fields
in the years of my early life
when hope was always round
the next bend on the road
where the mystery of bein'
intoxicated with existence
meant the world never end
jus' go on for ever an' ever
and no stunts were necessary
to justify my continuation
now back to my place and
stunts aplenty litter the floor
exhaust me frankly they do
more stunts to come for sure
with more exhaustion too
before this confusion is complete
- from London Works
